
I know I will die one day, but I am not afraid of dying. I am afraid that someone might suffer because of me.
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Time scatters like dry leaves, and the swift horses trample generations under their hooves We are the passengers of this race Leaving behind us dust and memories For as long as the onlookers can remember us
. My account book is not good, but whatever I take, I give back more than that and if someone gives me any pain, suffering or trouble, I absorb it within myself, this is my habit,
May you always achieve success that does not harm any other person.